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Eivin Kilcher doesn’t sit down much. He’s too busy doing the things you can only do in action mode. He’d rather teach his dog how to ride his horse, which he recently did. He’d rather set up a new bolted climbing route through the Kenai Mountains so that if he did sit for a moment, he’d have a better view of the glaciers, which he did. He’d rather build a moose-proof fence around his orchard, which required being seated in the cab of his tractor part of the time, if you can call that sitting, which most people don’t.

He will sit for dinner, but only after he and his wife Eve have hunted or gathered from their garden—which is to bend to the ground and pick whatever’s ripe. And when dinner is over, he takes his dog for a walk through the forest surrounding the cabin to look for wild berries and edible mushrooms. He’ll kneel to gather, but won’t sit down, because not doing something is a thing he can do later—when he’s dead. Being Alaskan, there is tremendous motivation to survive, or at least not die.

Anyway, he will sit to clean his shotgun, or make a leather quiver for his arrows, or knit a cap to keep out the cold. He’ll sit to catch fish through a hole in the ice, but that’s only because he has to be very still and very patient. Eventually, his wife will get hungry for rabbit stew, which means he’ll have to hunt. It may take all four hours of a mid-winter day, but that’s OK with Eivin because it’s a day well-spent beating death.

For much of the summer, he was forced to sit for the cameras that have become a fixture in his home—the cabin he built—telling the cameramen from the Discovery Channel about all the sitting he hasn’t been doing. For viewers of Alaska: The Last Frontier, it’s fascinating television to sit on their couches and watch him talk about plucking pheasants for dinner and making sleds out of the roofs of antique, snow-buried Subarus deep within the Kilcher homestead. In fact, it’s interesting enough to want to be there and do what he does. So I did something about it. I went to Alaska and did what Eivin does, which means getting dirty—if you can keep up, which nobody can if he doesn’t let them.

But he wants you to keep up. He likes to show you how he can do what he does, which he does as a guide part-time with a non-profit called the Homer Wilderness Leaders. He and other guides take local kids camping in the coves of Kachemak Bay State Park, where bears pawed at the rocks the night before, but the kids are never in danger, because Eivin shows them how to be ready for everything. He brought me along for one of the summer survival retreats to remind me just how overrated sitting can be.

The kids sign up to do what Eivin does best, which is survive and camp in the wilderness and tell ghost stories at night. He takes them fishing and shows them how to build a shelter from the rain. They’ll eat the fish they caught during the day and laugh about Eivin being on TV and making Alaska even more famous. One kid, in his early teens, told me why Alaska is a big deal on TV. He said it’s because people watching reality shows probably think Alaskans are savages, which the kid also thought was “pretty cool.” He emphasized this when he pulled out his knife, picked some salmon guts off the blade, stabbed a marshmallow and melted it in the fire. He never even blinked. In case you’re wondering, melted salmon guts and marshmallows have the aftertaste of a sticky, old penny.

I almost went canoeing with Eivin in the shadow of China Poot Peak the next morning, but he preferred to stand and go fishing—which he did with feet planted on a large paddleboard, wearing a wetsuit and aviators. Later that night, Eivin sat by the fire and showed me the knife he made from an antler and a piece of steel he bought from a blacksmith in Thailand. The blade was almost too sharp, and the handle was tacky with salmon that he disemboweled as he knelt at the low-tide line below camp. It would have made great TV, but the cameramen weren’t there. They went on vacation to take a rest from keeping up with Eivin.

The TV show is ultimately about what the Kilchers do, and about what happens if they don’t do what they need to. At least for the purposes of television drama, not getting something done in time means the Kilchers will most certainly die—but they won’t die anytime soon, because they can do anything. This is true for all the Kilchers except for Eivin’s cousin, Atz Lee, who can’t do anything except play music, which he does better than most anyone—at least as good as his sister Jewel, the pop star.